Chapter 48

Guinevere's POV

It had been a week since we returned from Julius's party, but I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in my chest. On the outside, everything seemed normal—Reagan went about his usual activities, keeping busy like nothing had changed. But I couldn't help myself from watching him closely, my mind filled with doubts and worries.

Carlos's words from our last conversation kept replaying in my head. They stuck with me, making it hard to focus on anything else. I kept asking myself the same questions over and over: What does Reagan really want? Why did he kill Tony? And why did he pretend to be Hayden on our wedding day?

I sat at my desk, my hand moving aimlessly as I scribbled in a notebook. The words I wrote didn’t make any sense. Frustration built up inside me until I couldn’t take it anymore.

"Ugh!" I slammed the book shut, the sound loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes, trying to calm down, but it didn’t help. The memory of that night with Carlos pushed its way into my